Sometimes people say to me that on my death-bed I will be sorry for having worried so much, because 99,99 percent of all my fears never came true. They might be right. But if I try to picture myself on my death-bed, I do not feel sorry. Why not? Because I know that I am doing everything in my power to reduce my fears: meditation (Phyllis Krystal Method), prescribed medication (Zyprexa), relaxing massage, quiet evenings helping me fall asleep. In my case of worrying, to be sorry for it on my death-bed, would be like feeling sorry for having had a physical illness. I do not DO the over-worrying. It happens to me. It is an illness. Do you feel the same perhaps?
WARNING: For those, who have mental health problems: please consult your psychiatrist before trying the Phyllis Krystal Method: http://www.phylliskrystal.com/
Take care,
Helena Smole, author of:
– a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships
– Balancing the Beast, a book offering a bright view of schizoaffective disorder ˗ bipolar or manic-depressive type